Sunday, February 8, 2009

Poem for a Sunday

So Sundays often feel contemplative to me. Maybe it's something particularly on my mind today, as the skies are broody, weeping with copious amounts of rain, and I am contemplating a great many more things than just my navel. Poetry definitely falls into the category of contemplation. I'm playing with the idea of posting a different one here each Sunday. Not, let it be known, my own poetry. I don't really write that. But the words of others that have moved me...now, that's a different story. Or poem.

My friend Rachel Snyder is a writer extraordinaire, currently based in Colorado, although not exactly in the southwestern area...but very worthy of reading, in my as-always humble opinion. Don't believe me? Check her out yourself. Here's a poem from her that she posted today, added here for your enjoyment wherever you may be.

About Me

I came West from Boston to ski bum for a season in 1983, and forgot to
go back. But I didn't forget how to be a bum. I now live in Colorado’s San Juan Mountains
with my wife and our two teen-aged kids. I am the author of three
books about living and parenting in the modern American West: The Monkey Wrench Dad (2008),Why I'm Against It All (2003), and
A Wilder Life: Essays from Home (1995).